She was standing at the door just like I saw her fifteen years ago
Shocked, frightened, disturbed
Look behind her, no one. Go to the window, look downstairs, no one.
She stood silently, watching me without saying a word
Look at my boyfriend. He has a confused look on his face.
Yes, he doesn't know my past, let alone the existence of this woman.
She's my wife, maybe. Just maybe
In other words, who knows how much inside that dark wall?